November 10, 2023

“I wipe tears from my eyes as thousands of boots march away to war.”

 An excerpt from “Trouble and Strife,” by Johanne Levesque


 


I watch the boys as they stand at attention while the Sergeant recites what General Currie told the Canadian Soldiers at the front in 1918: “Under the orders of your devoted officers in the coming battle, you will advance or fall where you stand, facing the enemy.  To those who will fall, I say: You will not die, but step into immortality.  Your mothers will not lament your fate, but will be proud to have borne such sons.  Your names will be revered forever and ever by your grateful country, and God will take you unto Himself.”

I wipe tears from my eyes as thousands of boots march away to war.  Both Melvin and Norman make a brave show in the parade.  They look swell as they march past me in their khaki suits to the sound of Alvin and all of his class mates waving flags and singing, “The Maple Leaf Forever.”

Gloria dabs her eyes with her handkerchief as the train pulls out amongst tumultuous cheers.  A man of about forty to fifty years old looks at them and says, “You should be proud that your men are wearing the uniform.  I tried to join, but due to injuries from the last war, I couldn’t be accepted in the first draft.  The medical examiner told me that I may be called later.  There is still hope for me yet,” he says as he limps away from the crowd.

“As Alvin, Gloria, and I walk to St. Michael’s cathedral, I hope that they will soon have Hitler where he belongs and Nazism dethroned.  As we walk in the church, I note that it is full of mothers and wives and children praying for peace to be restored and for their men to come back home.  I pray for leaders and government, for those suffering the agonies of war, for the soldiers on the battlefields, the sailors on the sea, and for the airmen, but most of all I pray for the safe return of Melvin and Norman.

As I walk home with Alvin and Gloria, it seems that all my problems of everyday life are insignificant in the face of the awful threat hanging over civilization.


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June 09, 2023

“As the March wind blows cold, the sun heats my black wool coat...”

 An excerpt from “Trouble and Strife,” by Johanne Levesque




As the March wind blows cold, the sun heats my black wool coat.  I am the first to enter Eleanor’s elegant home.  After the traditional kiss on both cheeks and me parting with my gift of fresh scones I made this morning, Eleanor motions me to follow into the living room.

As Eleanor sits down, she asks, “Which Agatha Christie book are you reading nowadays?”

“I’ve veered from my normal choices to read The Grapes of Wrath.”

“I’m surprised to find you reading this book Josephine; did you know that the Toronto Public Library has censored it?”

“On what grounds?”

“On account of its offensive language.”

“The language is not that bad...”


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April 07, 2023

“I can’t see anything that could possibly be gained by this woman’s death”

 An excerpt from “Trouble and Strife,” by Johanne Levesque




“I’m with you Phyllis.  It seems to me so cowardly to hang a woman for punishment when there’s other ways to chastise her.  Besides, it will not prevent evil,” I say.

“I haven’t heard one person say a word about the victims and their relatives.  Any man or woman who poisons another causing death deserves hanging.  They should be held criminally responsible.  End of story,” says Eleanor.

“Why must we adhere to this practice of killing criminals?  We’re not allowed to hang dogs and cats.  I believe hanging is the worst method of taking a life.  Anyway, I can’t see anything that could possibly be gained by this woman’s death,” says Phyllis.

“I can.  She won’t poison anyone else,” retorts Eleanor.


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February 10, 2023

“When did I start looking so worn and haggard?”

An excerpt from “Trouble and Strife,” by Johanne Levesque




Try as I may I cannot sleep.  I get up and write down all I need to tackle tomorrow, all my questions, all my worries so I can finally go to sleep and rest.  Before blowing out the candle, I look in the dresser mirror.  I have new lines in my face and my complexion is pale.  When did I start looking so worn and haggard?  Every day lately has been filled with overwrought nerves, lack of sleep, and tired out feelings.  Goodness knows I have suffered enough in the past five years.  My doctor has prescribed iron pills for my very low energy; but no amount of pills can mend my broken spirit.


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December 16, 2022

"I crave to see him until he comes to the door"

 An excerpt from “Trouble and Strife,” by Johanne Levesque




Warren rings me and announces that he is coming to visit.  My heart is beating fast and I tremble.  We chit chat on the phone and it feels so good to hear his voice.  I ask him how he is doing as I haven’t seen him in quite a long while, and he, out of the blue, tells me that he is married.  I obsess over him.  I feel like I am on a high.  I feel anxious; I crave to see him until he comes to the door.


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November 12, 2022

“I dread what I must tell the children today.”

An excerpt from “Trouble and Strife,” by Johanne Levesque




As the night passes away, hour by hour, a blanket of inky darkness sweeps over the room.  A mortal dark comes down and smothers my thoughts.  I cannot help but think of the troubles that lay ahead.  I can’t bear going to bed with the left side empty.  I light a candle and sit by the glow.  I pick up the Good Book and find some consolation in its wisdom, love, and hope.  I gain spiritual courage from a quote in the book of Proverbs 3:5:6: “Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding.  In all your ways acknowledge Him and He shall direct your paths.”

And so, another night ends.  The morning dawns with the rising of the sun upon a weary world.  The birds begin to sing and the sun arrives uninvited.  I dread what I must tell the children today.


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October 16, 2022

"And when I wake, I realize that I had made a terrible mistake"

An excerpt from “Trouble and Strife,” by Johanne Levesque




Soon, Warren says his goodbyes and promises to come again next month.

After he is gone and the dinner dishes are done, I occupy myself by making porridge for breakfast tomorrow morning.  As I stir the porridge with a long heavy spoon in a black iron kettle, I think of Warren.  I hate myself for the pleasure I get out of my revolving memories of our brief times together.  My heart is in torment as the porridge boils and I stir it for an hour or so.  Why didn’t I just stay away from him?  In my dreams, he takes me in his arms, and when I wake, I realize that I had made a terrible mistake.  I leave the porridge to stand on the back of the stove overnight and join Eugene in bed.


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August 14, 2022

“He leans over and...”

An excerpt from “Trouble and Strife,” by Johanne Levesque




Warren drops by unannounced...  I am so glad to see him.  I don’t want a brief visit with him.  I want him to stay so I invite him for dinner.  We sit in the living room and to distract myself, I ask him about his latest travel adventures.

“I wish I could take you to Ceylon with me.  You would like it.  They have beautiful beaches.  You should smell the meals cooked by street vendors.  The aroma of spices is hard to describe.  People live in mud huts there but they are always smiling.  I wish I could watch a sunrise with you by the coconut trees and take you to have breakfast by the beach.”

He leans over and...


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June 10, 2022

“What’s the harm in a walk?”

An excerpt from “Trouble and Strife,” by Johanne Levesque



Warren arrives and is greeted by the children, “Uncle Warren!”

Alvin brings him a bottle of beer.

“Where’s my best friend?” he asks.

“He’s sleeping.  He has a cold and it has tired him right out,” I reply while I put the finishing touches on the kitchen table.

Warren sits at the table and shares a meal with us.

When the dinner is done, I tidy up while the children play musical chairs with Warren.

As soon as I sit down, Warren tells me, “It’s such a beautiful summer’s evening, so let’s not waste it.  Let’s go for a walk together.”

When he sees me hesitate, he says, “Gloria is old enough to take care of the children.”

Gloria looks in the direction of the bedroom.

“And Eugene.  Right Gloria?  You can take care of your dad too?”

“Sure, Uncle Warren.  Go on Mother.  Dad will be just fine.”

Warren pouts, “Come on Josephine.  Don’t make me go alone.”

“Why not?” I say.  What’s the harm in a walk?  I need adult companionship.  I forget all my troubles when I’m with him.


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May 13, 2022

“Nothing’s wrong with a hug, is there?”

 An excerpt from “Trouble and Strife,” by Johanne Levesque



Warren sits at the kitchen table with me and we go over the books.  When he starts talking about taxation, Warren can see by the blank look on my face that I’m puzzled.

“It’s OK; we can go over this another time.  After a while this will become old hand to you.”

He puts his hand on mine.  The electric shock I receive from his touch makes me pull my hand away quickly.  I look down, afraid to look into his beautiful blue eyes.  I’m in love with you, I think, but I’ll never tell.

Warren gets up and walks to the coat rack.  He picks up his hat, hugs me goodbye and says, “Take care of yourself, love.”

I close the door and lean on it.  My heart is beating very fast.

Nothing’s wrong with a hug, is there?  Surely it was a friendly hug, meant to give me courage.


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April 09, 2022

“It’s not that bad, is it? Let me have a look at the books.”

An excerpt from “Trouble and Strife,” by Johanne Levesque



Warren turns to me, “How’s business?”

“We are surviving.  Every day, I hear tenants’ bad news like death in the family and someone sick and I count my blessings.”

“Yes, they do have a way to pull your heartstrings, don’t they?  Eugene used to tell me about the silly tenant issues he used to hear all the time.  I guess you don’t hear trivial things anymore...”

“Oh, I still do.  The other day I had a phone call at dinner time.  One of the tenants kept me on the phone until my food was cold complaining about the tenants above her shaking mops full of dust from their windows with the result that she received the benefits.  She expected me to drop everything right then and there and go speak to her neighbour.  Sometimes I want to change my number!”

Warren laughs, “Understandable!  How are we doing financially?”

“Our expenses are enormous.  Tenants don’t realize how their actions affect us.  They leave taps running, lights are left on; more damage is done in one minute than we can replace in a month’s time.  I’m worried about running into debt.  Our rental payments are in arrears from one to four months.  I lowered the rents to keep the tenants, but with high interest and vacancies, I believe we’ll have a loss this year.”

Warren considers my words.  “It’s not that bad, is it?  Let me have a look at the books.”


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March 11, 2022

“In the Pink: A World War II Story,” is now available everywhere!

Hello everyone!

“In the Pink: A World War II Story,” is now officially available for order everywhere!  Click on any of the following links to see the book at your preferred retailer:

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Thanks again for your interest and support!



- Johanne Levesque


February 13, 2022

My new book, “In the Pink: A World War II Story,” is now available to order!

Hello all!

Great news: My new book, “In the Pink: A World War II Story,” is now officially available for order through my publisher, Austin Macauley Publishers!  In the coming weeks, it will also become available through major retailers, like Amazon and others.

If you enjoyed my first book, "Trouble and Strife," you should order a copy of the sequel now by clicking on the book cover or link below!

Thank you for your interest and support!


- Johanne Levesque




January 08, 2022

“As we walk back to the bus stop, a black cat crosses our path...”

 An excerpt from “Trouble and Strife,” by Johanne Levesque



Every year, we go to the Sunnyside Amusement Park.  This year, I thought we would not be able to afford it but Eugene said it would be fine.  I’m glad to see the children so excited.  It is a gorgeous spring day with temperatures in the 70s.  The children will have a lovely time.

Evelyn loves the giant rollercoaster, and she would be on it all day long if it was up to her, so she’s lucky her big sister Gloria doesn’t mind going along with her.  Gloria is so patient with Evelyn.  I don’t know how she does it.  Evelyn will no doubt talk non-stop the whole time they are up in the rollercoaster.

Alvin likes the carousel.  He insists I ride with him over and over, but all I get out of it is dizziness with a queasy stomach.  Melvin loves the games and wins a stuffed animal for both Alvin and Evelyn every year.

“I don’t want a pig.  I want a dog,” whines Evelyn as she pulls the dog out of Alvin’s arms.

Alvin takes the pig with no protest.

It’s good to have the family together like this.  It doesn’t happen very often.  Melvin and Gloria are working and going out with their friends a lot these days and Eugene never stops working, as usual.  His face shows signs of constant worry.  He has more vacant apartments now than he ever had.  I hope that things will get better soon.

It’s getting cooler, so we decide it’s time to go home.  We used to have a motorcar, but Eugene sold it after Christmas.  He says he has to reduce his expenses.  We took the bus to get here today.  As we walk back to the bus stop, a black cat crosses our path.


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December 11, 2021

“For a moment, I wonder if she had something to do with it...”

 An excerpt from “Trouble and Strife,” by Johanne Levesque 



At lunch time, I call the children in to eat.  Melvin comes with Timmy, his Jack Russell, and a bird in his hands.  “Look what I have!”  The children gather around him.  Gloria finds a box, puts a towel at the bottom and Melvin places the bird gently in the box on the counter top.  “I was shooting spit balls at the tree with my slingshot when I heard Timmy bark.  This bird must have fallen from a tree in the neighbour’s yard and their cat looked like it was going to pounce on it.  Timmy dug a hole under the fence, picked up the robin, and brought it to me.”

“Is that bird going to chirp so loud all day and night?” asked Evelyn.

“We will have to find worms to feed it.  It’s chirping because it’s hungry,” says Melvin.

I tell Melvin that I have a syringe we can use to give it water.

“What are we going to call him?” asks Gloria.

“Birdie, we can call him Birdie,” says Alvin.

“Well I’m not going to feed it.  It’s very annoying with its chirping all day.  I want nothing to do with it.  We should leave it outside to fend for itself.  Let nature take its course,” Evelyn protests and walks out the door.

All day the other children look for worms in the back yard.  Every time anyone walks past Birdie, its beak is wide open and he chirps loudly to get fed.  Timmy sleeps at the foot of the counter, guarding the baby bird.  Every day after school, the children take Birdie outside on the porch.

One morning we find the bird dead with its neck broken.  We have a little ceremony in the backyard and bury it.  Evelyn says, “I’m glad I won’t hear that incessant chirping.  It was driving me nuts.”

For a moment, I wonder if she had something to do with it...I have crazy thoughts sometimes.  She would not do that.  Would she?


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November 10, 2021

Billy Barker: Unsung Canadian Hero of the First World War

 



Today, I want to introduce you to an unsung Canadian hero of the First World War.

How many of you have heard of Billy Bishop?

And how many of you have heard of Billy Barker?

The two of them were friends, but one of the two was a Canadian fighter pilot in World War One and is the most decorated war hero in Canadian history.  Can you guess which one?

If you guessed Billy Barker, you are correct!

William George Barker was born on November 3rd, 1894, in Dauphin, Manitoba.  Barker was the eldest son of a farmer who was also a blacksmith and sawmill operator.  Barker grew up on the frontier in Manitoba where he became proficient at riding horses and shooting.  While Barker was certainly a good student, he was often required to miss school in order to work at the family farm.

Early on, Barker demonstrated intellectual independence, intense focus, and kinesthetic capabilities.  Furthermore, after having seen “flying machines” at agricultural fairs, he developed an early interest in becoming a pilot.  As fate would have it, these interests and capabilities were combined in 1914, when Barker enlisted in the Canadian Expeditionary Force and left to fight in World War One.

After enlisting, Barker joined the 1st Regiment, Canadian Mounted Rifles, and trained as a machine gunner.  He sailed to England with his unit in June 1915, and served in the Ypres salient in Belgium that fall and winter.

Barker found service in the muddy trenches to be cold, wet, and discouraging.  As a result, in early 1916, he transferred to the Royal Flying Corps, where he became an Observer and was commissioned as a Second Lieutenant.  After his transfer, he quickly gained combat experience, performing artillery spotting and photographic reconnaissance as well as acting as a gunner.  For example, on July 21st, Barker claimed one plane “driven down” with his observer’s gun, and in August claimed a second Roland, this time in flames.  On August 27th, Barker officially became qualified as an Observer and worked with Canadian troops for the first time on September 15th, including his old regiment.

In November, Barker performed reconnaissance in France during the First Battle of the Somme.  There, flying very low over the Ancre River on November 15th, Barker and his pilot spotted a large concentration of some 4,000 German infantry massing for a counter-attack on Beaumont-Hamel.  After sending an emergency Zone Call, all available artillery was fired upon the German troops, effectively breaking up the pending attack.  For this action, Barker earned the first of the numerous awards he would eventually receive—in this case, the Military Cross for “an act of exemplary gallantry during active operations against the enemy on land.”

In January 1917, after spending Christmas on leave in London, Barker commenced pilot training and began flying solo after only 55 minutes of dual instruction.  Thereafter, he received ground and flying training, completing all requirements in only four weeks.  Then finally, Barker would return to fight in the Western Front in February, this time in his dream position as a pilot.

While flying a Reconnaissance Experimental, Barker was awarded a bar for his Military Cross, promoted to the rank of Captain, and appointed as a flight commander.  After sustaining a head wound from anti-aircraft fire in August, he was then assigned to duty as a flying instructor in England.  However, Barker had no desire to teach and frequently requested to be reassigned to front-line service.  In fact, during this time, he performed an unauthorized aerobatic display over Piccadilly Circus in London and was consequently reassigned to combat as a fighter pilot in October 1917.  On October 8th, 1917, Barker downed an enemy Albatros on his first patrol in France, later claiming another on October 20th and two more on October 27th.

After hearing of the numerous planes he shot down, you must be thinking: Barker must have been an excellent pilot!  However, believe it or not, he was not known for his flying skill, suffering several flying accidents during his career.  Rather, he excelled as a highly accurate marksman with physical poise, emotional intensity, and aggression in action.

One of the most successful but controversial raids Barker performed was On December 25th, 1917.  That day, he caught the Germans off guard and shot up an air field, setting fire to one hangar and damaging four German aircraft.  With a flair for dramatic acts, it’s not surprising that he also dropped a placard wishing his opponents a Happy Christmas before he left.

After having claimed one Jasta 1, three observation balloons, five Albatros fighters, and two two-seaters from January to March, Barker sought to fill a vacancy as Commanding Officer of 28 Squadron.  However, due to his tendency to ignore orders by flying many unofficial patrols, he was passed over for the position.  Dissatisfied, he then applied for a posting at 66 Squadron in April 1918 and later became Squadron Commander of RAF 139 Squadron.  As Squadron Commander, Barker continued to use his Sopwith Camel to fly fighter operations.  From April to mid-July, Barker would go on to claim an additional 16 kills, and during the night of August 9th, he even flew an enemy plane to land a spy behind enemy lines.

At this point, you might be thinking: Barker sure took down a lot of enemy planes.  He must have made some records!  And if that’s what you were thinking, you were right.  Due to his efforts from September 1917 to September 1918, Barker’s personal Sopwith airplane had become the most successful fighter aircraft in the history of the RAF.  Over 404 operational flying hours, Barker and his plane managed to shoot down a total of 46 aircraft and balloons and he had the highest destroyed ratio of any RAF pilot during the First World War.

In September 1918, after having flown more than 900 combat hours in two and a half years, Barker was transferred back to command the fighter training school in the UK.  After persuading his superiors he needed to get up to date on the latest combat techniques, he was granted a 10-day roving commission in France that October.  While there, he inadvertently crossed enemy lines, took down an enemy Rumpler, and ran into a formation of 15 or more enemy machines.  During the dogfight, Barker was severely wounded and force-landed inside Allied lines.  Thankfully, he was quickly transported to a field dressing station and his life was saved, but he struggled to stay alive at a French hospital until mid-January 1919.  For his actions on the day he was shot down, he was awarded the Victoria Cross for valour "in the presence of the enemy" on March 1st, 1919.

After the war, Barker formed a business partnership, Bishop-Barker Aeroplanes Limited, with fellow Victoria Cross recipient and Canadian ace Billy Bishop.  This partnership lasted for approximately three years.  Thereafter, in 1922, he rejoined the fledgling Canadian Air Force at the rank of Wing Commander and served as the Station Commander of Camp Borden until 1924.

After his retirement, Barker faced long-term effects from the wounds he suffered in 1918.  In particular, his legs were permanently damaged and he had severely limited movement in his left arm.  Furthermore, he also struggled with alcoholism in the final years of his life.  In 1930, at age 35, Barker died when he lost control of his biplane during a demonstration flight for the RCAF at Air Station Rockcliffe, near Ottawa.  At the time, he was President and General Manager of Fairchild Aircraft in Montreal.  He was survived by his wife, Jean Kilbourn, and daughter, Jean Antoinette.

When Barker had returned to Canada back in May 1919, he was the most decorated Canadian of the First World War.  During his years of service, Barker managed to receive the Victoria Cross, the Distinguished Service Order and Bar, the Military Cross and two Bars, two Italian Silver Medals for Military Valour, and the French Croix de guerre.  Moreover, with a remarkable 12 awards for valour in total, he’s described on a plaque in his tomb at the mausoleum of Toronto's Mount Pleasant Cemetery as "the most decorated war hero in the history of Canada, the British Empire, and the Commonwealth of Nations."

My husband and I visited Barker’s memorial last year to pay homage to the Canadian hero.  Unfortunately, due to COVID, only a dozen people were in attendance.  However, if that gets you down, you should know that Barker’s funeral in 1930 was much different.  Then, on the Saturday after his accident, more than 50,000 people lined the route of his funeral cortege and his service was attended by an honour guard of 2,000 Canadian soldiers.  Included in the attendees were the Chief of the General Staff and his senior officers, the Lieutenant Governor of Ontario, the Mayor of Toronto, three federal government cabinet ministers, six other Victoria Cross recipients, and even an honour guard provided by the United States Army.  Combined, the total attendees at Barker’s funeral made it the largest national state event in Toronto's history.

I am honoured to have been able to share William George Barker’s story with you today.


- Johanne Levesque


October 08, 2021

“The faces of men who are being tried beyond human endurance…”

An excerpt from “Trouble and Strife,” by Johanne Levesque 



I go for a leisurely walk to deliver my letter.  I see furniture on the side of the road covered with an orange plastic tarp.  I wonder if it is moving day for these people or eviction day.  I make sure not to walk under a ladder.  There is enough bad luck going around these days.

I stop for a moment and lean on a telegraph pole to remove my rounded toe shoe with wide thick heels.  I rub my aching foot as a fine looking police officer rides past me on his beautiful horse.  Eugene says he cannot justify spending the seven cent street car fare just to post a letter.

As I resume my walk I can see the lavish Toronto skyline, the domed building of the Royal York Hotel, the tall skyscraper that is the Bank of Commerce Building, and the tower clock of City Hall.  Their grandeur is such a contrast with the flood of hopelessness I witness as a horde of down and out men in hats and long overcoats of sombre colours such as maroon, black, brown, and navy stand at the Yonge Street Mission food line that stretches around the street corner.  I observe the men’s hats; they distinguish between those who used to have and those who had not.  Hats won’t matter anymore.  What protection from the bitter cold will a fedora afford this winter?

I read the menu on the board for today: Rice pudding, soup, tea, and bread.  This is an unfortunate time.  I see the appalling conditions of starvation and physical anguish prevailing in the faces of the men who are being tried beyond human endurance.


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September 10, 2021

“I am distracted with thoughts of a visitor who is coming for Sunday dinner…”

An excerpt from “Trouble and Strife,” by Johanne Levesque



 
During communion, I walk to the front, and I am distracted with thoughts of a visitor who is coming for Sunday dinner.

The priest says, “The body of Christ,” his hand suspended at eye level, immobile.

I can see he is waiting for me.

“Have you received before?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“Your response is ‘Amen,’” he adds.

I blush and say, “Amen.”

Many Sundays, Warren Burrell, Eugene’s business partner, visits for dinner.  He is always impeccably dressed with charming manners, and he is a thoroughly delightful gentleman.  In all my thirty-five years, I have never found any man even remotely as attractive.  I catch myself looking at Warren’s fiery red hair and admiring his looks several times when he visits.  I have a secret crush on him.  I often wonder why this thirty-year-old bachelor has not yet found a wife.  He would be such a great catch.  Owning properties with Eugene is only a past-time for him.  He made his fortune on the wholesale of tea.  He has clients all over the world, in Ceylon, India and the Dutch East Indies.

In the evening, we sit down to eat turkey with roasted potatoes, Eugene’s favourite meal.  We hold hands while I say, “Bless us Lord for these gifts we are about to receive.  We thank you for the food on our table.  In the name of Jesus Christ our Lord, amen.”  I have trouble concentrating on the prayer as I feel Warren’s hand in mine.


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August 13, 2021

“No response, except for a grunt.”

  An excerpt from “Trouble and Strife,” by Johanne Levesque



The sequence of events is pretty predictable on Sunday mornings.  The floor creaks upstairs.  That should be Evelyn; she’s always the first child to get up.  I will know when Alvin is up by the sound of a violin.  The smell of food always wakes up Melvin; he is always hungry that boy.  Pretty soon Gloria will wake up and join me in the kitchen.

Evelyn comes down the stairs in her blue flannel pyjamas as if in a race.  I spread marmalade on her toast to occupy her during the dreaded chore of hair-brushing.  I pick my skinny girl up, place her on my lap and hug her.  It is a stolen hug as Evelyn never wants to be hugged.  I start to brush Evelyn’s unruly red hair and smile as I look up at the crooked multi-coloured glazed clay ashtray that Alvin made in his kindergarten class for his dad’s birthday.  It was so misshapen that I couldn’t tell what it was when he first brought it home.  I have asked many times for Eugene to make use of the gift for Alvin’s sake, but Eugene says it couldn’t hold the ashes on a calm windless day.  Beside the ashtray stands the statue of the Virgin Mary.  Above the mantel, a crucifix is the centrepiece surrounded with family portraits.  Some are yellowed like the picture of my mother and father on their wedding day.  Some are more recent like the picture of Evelyn beside the Bishop on the day of her confirmation.  Evelyn, my freckled face girl, is flailing and screaming in protest on my knee acting like she is being tortured while I comb her waist long hair.  I hate it when she whines and complains.

“Evelyn, do you want me to cut your hair?”  I ask her.

“No Mother, please don’t!”

“Then sit still and let me finish combing it.”

“Yes, Mother,” she says as she sucks her thumb.

When I’m done, I put Evelyn down, pat her on the head and tell her to get ready for church.  She starts to whine because I messed up her hair.  She can see I don’t have the patience for it this early in the morning.  She zooms upstairs.  Most likely she will come down with a mismatched outfit, but I won’t say anything; Evelyn is so contrary that I pick only the important battles.

Alvin is dressed impeccably and does not have to be prompted to get ready early, as he is proud of his duty as an altar boy.  There is a knock at the door and Alvin picks up his toast and runs off with Peter, the boy next door.

Gloria and Melvin are already wearing their Sunday best.  While they eat, I shoot upstairs to wake Eugene.  I shake his shoulder gently.  He slaps my hand away.  “How many times do I have to tell you not to wake me up, woman?”

“Time to go to church,” I say as I quietly get dressed and join the children downstairs.

Eugene is last to arrive.  “Good morning, Dad,” the children say in unison.

No response, except for a grunt.


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July 09, 2021

“We all sit down at the card table...”

 An excerpt from “Trouble and Strife,” by Johanne Levesque



Friday, December 12th, 1930 (Bridge day)

I love Fridays.  Today happens to be an unseasonably mild day in December and I take advantage of it.  I hang the rugs over the clothesline to beat the dust out of them.  Friday is the day that I tidy up the house.  I rush to do so before 10 a.m. as it’s also the day I host the bridge game.  It’s an easy day for me as I never cook dinner; I always get fish and chips from a local restaurant.

            I place a dark blue linen cloth on the kitchen table.  For a centrepiece, I choose a flat mirror plateau holding green grapes and tawny pears.

            Wilma is the first guest to arrive.  She has short, deeply set wavy red hair worn to the chin and a fair complexion spotted with freckles.  I hug Wilma’s diminutive body then I take her coat and the tiny sandwiches she has brought.  We sit on the edge of the sofa sipping tea.

            “You haven’t cleared your sidewalk.  Lawrence says that the city will charge you two cents per food front if it’s not cleared,” she says as she twirls her hair like a little girl.  She talks like a little girl too.  Everything she says is regurgitated from what her husband told her.  Sometimes I would like to shake her and ask her what she really thinks, but I fear she would have nothing to say…

            “I know, but Eugene has been so busy lately.  To tell you the truth I’m glad.  If the city charges us, it gives work to the unemployed.  I think it’s a great idea.  Eugene doesn’t agree of course, but it’s up to him.”

            Phyllis is the next one to arrive.  Her dress is slim, simple and elegant, the hemline well below the knee.  She looks and acts like a pillar of virtue.  I personally find her quite boring.  Her long hair is wrapped in a bun at the base of her neck, which accentuates her impeccable posture.  She has brought chocolate cake.

            Wilma looks at her watch, then looks at me with those beautiful, penetrating green eyes of hers.  “Eleanor always arrives late.  It’s very insensitive of her,” she says as she twirls her hair.

            It is uncharacteristic of Wilma to complain.  She is usually so very calm and composed, but some things bother her and tardiness is one of them.  In fact, Eleanor has many faults that Wilma cannot tolerate—especially her lack of tact and her poor choice of language, but she is willing to overlook each one of them when they play bridge because Eleanor is her partner and she always outwits the opposing team.

            After we drink a second cup of tea, Eleanor finally arrives wearing an azure blue silk velvet turban with a rhinestone pin in the front and a matching blue dress.  Her eyebrows are plucked to a fine line and drawn in with a pencil.  She’s the only woman in the group who colours her hair.  She always looks immaculately groomed and elegant.  She’s also the only woman in the group with no children.

            She is a woman of leisure who has travelled the world over.  Her calendar is full of hair appointments, manicures, massages and lunches.  Gerald is a very successful lawyer, and she came into the marriage with a hefty inheritance.

            Her face is flushed, “Sorry I’m late, ladies.  Gerald is such a dimwit, he forgot today’s Friday and I had to call him to come pick me up.”  She gives me a bottle of sherry.  “For you, my dear,” she says as she kisses the air by my cheeks, so as not to mess up her makeup.

            She never brings homemade goodies.  She told Gerald when she married him, “If you think you have wed a cook, you are quite wrong.  Our wedding, my dear, only means more business for the delicatessen.”

            I thank her as I hang up her coat.  We all sit down at the card table…


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Amazon.ca
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